yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


when youve got the exboyfriend in the backseat behind the driver and you can stare at him in the rearview and all you can think of is that warm bath you drew a few nights ago and the rusty razor blades turning the sides of the white fiberglass orange meeting your skinny wrists. you could just fall asleep, you know that. your mother would find you. she'd pull you up to her chest and stain her light pink nightgown. your father would sob loudly and try and turn your mother away. you would look quite peculiar. no one would believe it to be you with that red hue.

easier still would be to fix this with your fathers tools. i would hold the flashlight while you stuck your head under and came up tired and greasy. they would sell all the parts you need in a store full of fat sweaty men which we would push past. when we replace whats broken, you will clap and i will cry.

d-land